"One can only really travel if one lets oneself go and takes what every place brings without trying to turn it into a healthy private pattern of one's own and I suppose that is the difference between travel and tourism." -Freya Stark

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I walked in for a morning cannolo (or, as the Sicilians would say, cannolu). There was nothing special about this particular pastry shop, and it was a bit early to be actively seeking out such indulgences, but this was my … Continue reading →

From Le Serre, I headed inland and south to Torre Alfina, a village in the plains of northern Lazio. My next two-week home was Pulicaro, a farm and agritourism run by a young couple, Marco and Chiara. The half-hour ride … Continue reading →

The Harvest Picking grapes and chestnuts was a fairly simple process from the picker’s perspective: clip or pick up and drop in little container, when container is full, empty into larger container, repeat. Things get a bit more interesting with … Continue reading →

The Setting After my quick stop in Torino, I spent two weeks in Varenna, a magical little village on Lake Como. They say Lake Como is like a man, divided into a main body and two legs, Como sitting near … Continue reading →